<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32608898</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:11.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monica Hot Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628689726324279368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4739/1410/1600/01_desx05.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32608898.post-116228882646338601</id><published>2006-10-31T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:05:03.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masked Halloween Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple was invited to a swanky masked Halloween Party. She got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and there was no need of his good time being spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it was still early, she decided to go to the party. In as much as her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice chick he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. His wife sidled up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new stuff that had just arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Finally he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting up reading when he came in and asked what kind of a time he had. He said, "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked, "Did you dance much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But I'll tell you... the guy I loaned my costume to sure had a real good time!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32608898-116228882646338601?l=monicastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/feeds/116228882646338601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32608898&amp;postID=116228882646338601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default/116228882646338601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default/116228882646338601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/2006/10/masked-halloween-party-couple-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628689726324279368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4739/1410/1600/01_desx05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32608898.post-115547747942143415</id><published>2006-08-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:04:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sex Outdoors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7784/3566/1600/first50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That meal was delicious....we're walking home, hand in hand...just enjoying each others company, heading back through the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grip my hand a little more forcefully and lead me over to a small building, we both know its empty but it's locked...so you push me up against the door, forcefully and kiss me passionately...kissing my lips, moving down my neck, gently nibbling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the rush of the traffic from the main road, just across the river and behind the trees...the buzz that someone could catch us any minute turning me on even more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You unbutton the top button of my jacket, sliding your hand inside and under my dress, touching my already hard nipples...teasing me, turning me on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your other hand...sliding it down and lifting my dress slightly, forcing my thong to the side and teasing my clit.... you can feel that I'm already really wet....wanting you.... needing to feel you deep inside me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kissing me hungrily, letting your tongue dart in and out of my mouth as you slowly slide your fingers inside my dripping wet pussy...I groan with pleasure as I feel you moving your fingers in and out of me....teasing me more and more with every move.... I want you inside me, need you to take me hard and fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move your hand away from me and I unbutton your jeans and slide down your zip, moving your boxers down slightly so I can let your hard cock show....I slide down your body, reaching your erection and I hear you groan as I wrap my mouth around you and start sucking on you, slowly and gently, getting a little faster....you need me to stop....you want to fuck me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand me up and lean me back against the door...lifting one of my legs and wrapping it round your waist as you slowly enter me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to thrust in and out of me, hearing the door banging as you thrust harder and harder, getting faster....pleasing me in so many ways....you kiss me passionately as the two of us get closer and closer to coming...mmm it feels so good, i want you so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your whole length inside of me, I grip my pussy around you with each thrust, you're so close to coming but you want us to cum together....I can feel myself almost there....just a few more thrusts....mmmm....you're gonna make me cum, almost there baby.....almost there....keep going, dont stop....mmmm....with one final thrust, the two of us come together and as you withdraw from me, you kiss me passionately....and we continue our journey home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Please don't forget to check the HOT updated Links Below *Muaaaaaah*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32608898-115547747942143415?l=monicastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/feeds/115547747942143415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32608898&amp;postID=115547747942143415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default/115547747942143415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default/115547747942143415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex-outdoors-that-meal-was-delicious.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628689726324279368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4739/1410/1600/01_desx05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32608898.post-115539510420981290</id><published>2006-08-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:08:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Super Hot Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its almost dinner time. I'm standing in the kitchen preparing something to eat when I feel you behind me, sliding your hands round my waist and softly kissing my neck.... I know you want me.... as I feel your hands slide up my waist to my breasts, you gently tease my nipples, still kissing my neck and whispering in my ear that you can't wait much longer, you need to just take me, right here, right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I turn around to face you, all thoughts of preparing dinner are forgotten as I see that look of lust in your eyes.... I want you now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You kiss my lips hungrily....your hand sliding down and lifting my skirt up.... your fingers searching for that soft wetness that lets you know I'm excited....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can feel your hand through my thong... teasing my clit...I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter....needing you to fuck me hard....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Suddenly you stop....you lead me over to the kitchen table, kissing me passionately as we move.... Your hands back up at my breasts, sliding my top down so you can see them as you play with my nipples... You turn me round and bend me over the table...then without warning, I can feel your hard cock pressing against the opening of my pussy...I want you so bad, you can feel me pressing back against you, desperate to feel you inside me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Slowly, you push your throbbing cock into me and I groan as I feel your length fill me up...then you start to thrust hard and fast, moaning with pleasure as you feel my wet pussy clenching around your hard penis... it feels so good...both of us are breathing hard and groaning softly with every thrust....I need you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're thrusting faster now...desperate to make me come...I'm almost there, I can feel you with every thrust, hitting exactly the right spot...i don't want you to stop, it feels sooo good...mmm, keep going....make me come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You feel my pussy start to tighten round your cock as I come hard, my pussy juice dripping down your cock and dribbling over your balls....you can't hold off any longer and I can feel you come inside me....as you groan with pleasure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Somehow, dinner doesn't seem important anymore...as i take your hand and lead you upstairs to the bedroom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Those stairs seemed like a long way up....especially when I need you so badly... I want you to fuck me again...hard and fast, desperately needing each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As you lay me on the bed, kissing your way up my stomach, across my breasts, slowly up my neck...i can feel your hard cock pressing against my thigh...i feel such a longing to feel you inside me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Slowly, you slide yourself up my body, coming to a rest when your throbbing dick is hanging just above my mouth...slowly I kiss the head of your cock...slowly sliding my lips apart slightly, ever so slightly, just to let you slip inside my mouth and let me suck on you....I can feel your hand reaching behind you to play with my clit while i suck on you....mmm it feels so good...i don't want you to stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I start to suck on you a little harder....and a little faster....you groan with pleasure....i know you want more....suddenly you tell me to stop...and you move your way back down my body, until i can feel your length pressing against my dripping wet pussy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I can feel you start to push your way inside me and i want more, i want it all.....i want you to fuck me hard...i love the feeling...i feel as if i'm about to explode with every thrust...mmm keep going....don't stop....mmm, i need you to make me come....you start to thrust harder and harder....mmm i'm gonna come.... mmm, dont stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You feel my hot, wet juice dribbling down your cock and over your balls as I come...and instantly, you can't hold back any longer and I can feel you letting go...your hot spurts of cum inside me...mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32608898-115539510420981290?l=monicastories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/feeds/115539510420981290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32608898&amp;postID=115539510420981290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default/115539510420981290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32608898/posts/default/115539510420981290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicastories.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-hot-sex-its-almost-dinner-time_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628689726324279368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4739/1410/1600/01_desx05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
